When fall strokes it's brush upon them, the leaves begin to die,
to make sure the tree can stay alive, each must say goodbye.
This coat of colors comfort the tree to ease what lies ahead,
when cold winds try to fell it after all the leaves are dead.

Standing tall it holds each branch upwards toward the sky
to brave those winter storms, sent from clouds on high.
Having deep faith in nature, knows it soon will send the spring
and those sunny days for the birth of leaves it brings.

Older now, my mind is filled with great awe in the faith I see
and feel ashamed I had less faith than just a simple tree.
Our lives are made of seasons and some will make us grieve,
but if we just have faith, we will never be without our leaves.

"Just a simple tree" by Billy Rob

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As we crawl in traffic,
The road sign mocks me " You'll never get to work on time"
Tension grips me tight, till I see
The trees rustle their green smiles
While a little blue bird flutters on a branch.

"Road Sign" from Allpoetry